Life here is perfect. The waves, the blue sand under his feet, the beautiful moons in the sky...

And his warm, cuddly kitten on his bed, the marks on his body and his sated state.

Tharn drags his tongue down to Type's throat, to the tight bud and gives a loud suck and the Kitten moans.

"mm... leav... me lone..." The voice is raspy and tired.

Good.

"Let me sleep." Type whines.

"No." Tharn smiles, pulling of Type's satin blanket cocoon, making his babe shiver in cold. He can remedy that.

"Maybe I should keep you chained in my dungeons." Tharn can barely conceal his hunger. Hands tied, legs spread... covered in his hand prints and essence... struggling against the rattling chains... begging for mercy... for a truce Tharn would never give him.

Type simply stretches under him, twisting and turning, finally lying on his stomach, throwing him a seducing, half hooded glare. "Maybe you should... I promise I would not be a good prisoner to you."

Fuck!

There goes Tharn's rest of self-control, making Type giggle first and scream later.

"NO!!!" Mild stomps his foot crying.

"Nong..." Mew tries.

"You are wrong! Phi! He is my son. Mine! Not even yours!" Mild screams, pacing inside Mew's private chamber liked a caged animal. "Yeah, you may have birthed him but he is my son! Mine! And he trusted me. Us!"

"I have a good reason..."

"No, you do not." Mild wipes his angry tears. "You said that before. Where is it, then? Huh? The proof, where is it? Did it occur to you to ask? Have you asked, Phi?"

"Nong... try to understand... I have very good reasons to believe it. It is the safety of our family!"

Mew paces as well. His mind reeling. Is he happy with this predicament? But he has lived a thorough life to know that sometimes, we have to sit back and merely watch.

"Well, my son is my family! I am going there. You can keep the rest of your family with you. I am going! You cannot ban me." Mild roughly takes the heavy bags he has packed, filled with the herbs and medicines.

Mild's pained eyes look at Gulf who is standing there by the window looking out. As if none of this affects him at all.

Gulf turns around, watching Mild break down little by little from inside. He merely walks to them and takes one bag off of Mild.

"Gulf..." Mew warns but Gulf does not reply.

Gulf does not speak for Mild either and the defiant glare in those eyes informs that Mild may not come back soon.

Siwat sighs. He is at loss.

One part is his heart. One part is his head.

Which to pick?!

And like always, Siwat chooses his heart. He cannot think straight when his Mymi is involved. Especially with the tears and... anger. Siwat presses his palm on Mew's shoulder. Offering a silent comfort that does nothing to Mew's pain, hurt and helplessness.

There are evidences... circumstantial and otherwise!

"At least take a commoner's cab. A mechanical one." Siwat gently says.

"I will walk, if I have to." Mild snaps.

"Mama going where? Momma crying?" Thanya comes running; worry filled in her big soulful eyes.

"To see P'Type. Dust in my eyes, child." Mild says and Mew glares at Mild for putting him in the spot.

"Thanya come!" She jumps onto Mild's chest clutching him like a monkey. "Daddy come." She stretches her hand and Mew's heartbreak. "Papa?"

"Daddy has work and other important matters to attend to." Even Gulf gives Mild a disapproving look. "But... he can come if he wants to. P'Mew are you coming?"

Siwat arranges the bag in the cab and gently pats Thanya's little head. "Dad and I will go and meet P'Type later. Please be back before we start worrying."

He gives a kiss on Thanya's forehead and one on Mild's wet rosy cheeks. Thanya happily waves goodbye to their fathers and just as they leave, Siwat pins Mew down with his glare.

"Admit it, this time you are wrong."

"No. Tharn will come to his senses soon."

"I am so disappointed in you." That is all Siwat says. "The three people... who holds your heart, soul and brain have left your home. If in your heart, even a single speck of doubt was there for their safety... Do you think they would be leaving?"

Mew is left dumbfounded and Siwat is too tired, angry and frustrated for this drama. All of them need some time off to cool their heads.

Tharn stretches his tired and tight body. He has... been so busy.

He smirks at his Type, who is knocked out cold. He licks his lips, seeing the visible shoulder and flowing hair on the pillow.

His hand reaches out and rubs the curve of Type's waist...

But his kitten is too tired to even stir.

Good!

He does a quick clean up of their bedroom, picking up the clothes and empty pouches of dissolvers and sheaths.

Even Tharn starts to feel it is too much. He needs to feed his babe. Well, something other than the 'obvious'.

Scribbling down a quick note that he is going out for food, he pecks a kiss on Type's shoulder, whispering the words. "I love you, my mate. Going to get us some food."

He locks and seals the room with the strongest of his charms before skipping to the nearby food places. Maybe they would check out of the inn today evening. He needs to show his kitten places. He is not that barbaric to keep him chained and locked in the room just for one type of pleasure.

His beloved loves seeing the sceneries and connecting with nature and all that. The mud, the cold, the worms, the bugs... you name it... Type loves it.

Not even caterpillars scare his Type. Tharn on the other hand, cannot stand any of that. He loves his space as sterile as it could be.

But he will make it work. His dad and mom made it work, despite their differences. They could too.

His heart pains for a moment but he shrugs it off, just as it has come. He collects the herbs and medicines for Type, along with all the delicacies he could find.

Tharn runs up the stairs all gittery and lovey dovey. Of course, his beloved broke his shield and let 'some' people in.

"P'Tharn!!!" Thanya rushes to him, hugging his stomach. Has she grown taller in a few days!

Nope.

Wearing Type's boots.

Despite his foul mood on seeing unwelcome guests, he picks her up, kissing her cheeks.

"What are you doing here, Lady?"

"Kissing P'Type."

Tharn growls and Thanya scowls.

"Do not kiss P'Type." He says and gets a bite on his cheek.

He takes in the scene in front of him. Herbs are brewing on the kitchen counter, dirty dishes as if they have fed Type some soup and Mama Kana is heating up an herbal pad.

"Behave." Type whispers sitting by the window, a steam pot in front of him.

"Do not lock the room from outside like this and leave him. What if there is some danger and he needs to get out?" Mild asks.

"You let me worry about my faen." Tharn quips.

"Tharn..." Type warns with a glare.

"You guys do not get to do this." Tharn gently drops Thanya down and she runs off to climb up Type's lap. "You cannot push him away when you feel like and then pretend to care about him when you feel like."

He just cannot stop it and ignore. They pretend to care for Type and the moment they start believing they have the family's blessings, they will push his love away like a stray kitten.

He almost takes a step towards Mama Kana and plucks the herbal pouch from his hand but... Thanya is looking at him doubtfully.

Tharn throws his satchel on the counter. "I already have medicines for him."

The mothers do not respond, instead places hot stones on Type's palm and knees gently. Thanya pokes the said stones trying to push it away.

"Child! You will get from me!" Gulf scolds and she sticks her tongue out. Mama almost flicks her little lips but Type hugs her to the chest just in time.

"Stop it, both of you." Mymi cups Type's chin and pours some bitter concoction into his mouth.

"Babe, do you want me to drink it first? You know... just to make sure..." Tharn is itching for a fight but this time the mothers glare at him like they mean it.

So, he behaves for the time being for the sake of Type. At least the herbs are working and he is not coughing anymore.

Thanya loves being here. Running around, making a mess, poking this and that... climbing up Type and babbling her little head off.

Even Tharn is ignored in favour of impressing Type.

It is fitting that Type is Thanya's crush too... Tharn scowls as Type laughs at Thanya's antics.

They do leave after a while when the little one dozes off and no words are exchanged between them.

Good!

It is good or Tharn does not know what he would say if they try to brush it off like nothing. And they purposely brought Thanya here so they could manipulate him. They know how to play everything in your favour.

"You cannot be mad at your family." Type hugs Tharn from behind. The beach wind is still warm enough with the setting suns. Soon, it will get truly cold.

Tharn remains silent.

"They love me. As your friend... as your teammate... as someone who has jumped into the peace wagon and is learning in their university but..." Type presses kisses on the tight shoulder blade. "But they cannot love me as your faen, Thara... can you blame them?"

Tharn holds Type's beautiful hands but still does not say anything.

"You need to understand their plight and stop being so mean to them. They have good intentions for you and they came here for you today. Please do not say anything to them that you would regret later."

"I would never regret loving you. I would never regret standing by you. You can keep your speech to yourself. You are never leaving me." Tharn snaps angrily and Type chuckles.

"That is so mean. I have whole two more scrolls to go." Tharn does not return the laugh.

It would not matter, if he receives the blessings or not. Type is Tharn's'; simple as that.

Type is enjoying their little vacation as faens though. And he is shy to admit he is soaking up all the attention and worship from Tharn and... he would cherish this until the day he joins the ancestors.

He cracks open a sea mollsc leg and feeds it to Tharn who takes a small bite sceptically.

"We don't..." Tharn chews slowly. "We do not eat those..."

"Yeah yeah... poor man's delicacies. Eat up!" Type deshells another one and gobbles it himself.

"No... my mae cannot have them. Makes it all itchy. So... dad does not eat them and... we all stopped eating because we won't be able to kiss him after." Tharn nods earnestly before accepting another shell creature to his mouth. "And mom can eat it if it mixed with spices but... dad

Type nods.

"But you can have as many as you want. Just do not kiss my mae... Well, it does not matter anymore, does it?" Tharn asks painfully, dropping his spoon back to the plate.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Type munches on, showing a cool front but Tharn watches right through his façade and Type looks away.

Tharn presses a quick kiss on Type's forehead.

"My Papa left his family for my mom. I am his son. They should know better." Tharn smirks and Type blushes bright red.

Tharn laughs and Type throws a shell on his stupid head.

"We are never marrying." Type scoffs.

Tharn shrugs. "Our children will hold it against us."

Type sputters. "Children? Our children???!!! We won't be having children either."

"Well, if you ever bear any children, they will be mine and they will ask why I did not marry you."

Tharn does have his way with the words. Type angrily slurps his soup. Nope, he is never addressing the fussy feelings in his stomach.

It is nice though.

The occasional kisses, the lazy strolls, the new places Tharn takes him... wish this lasts forever and ever.

They are too tired to do anything other than merely hold their hand and they both chuckle at their own situation.

"Its all your fault." He yawns but nowhere close to sleeping. They are too tired to sleep. "Do you wanna do something?"

The smile is too sinister that Tharn's heart leaps. "Like what?"

"I have a way to, you know... let loose..." The grin and excitement are so contagious that Tharn is intrigued. "I have somebody in my mind. You cannot ask me who... because I made a promise and all that but...you are going to meet him anyway. I have these new spells I want to try... and you can take over when he begs for mercy."

Tharn watches the ashes rising above Type's palm. "We are in the Peace Zone. We cannot snoop around that would lift the treaty."

"Oh no... this is personal. Consider this as a gift for you." Type jumps up and pulls Tharn to his feet.

"For me?"

"Oh you are gonna enjoy this way too much. But this is my idea. I get the first go." Type skips in front of him and asks him to summon a portal.

Tharn follows just to amuse Type but the moment he says who it is...

"Lazat..." Tharn sneers and Type giggles. What is Saint's ex doing here?

"I saw Saint at the palace. He was avoiding me and I knew why. He could not conceal it with powders. I promised him I would not tell you but this is technically not telling, right, Puppy?"

"Absolutely right, my love." Tharn will enjoy this too much but as promised, he sits still outside the isolated hut while Type has his fun. Oh the screams... beautiful screams of agony and helplessness.

Yes, the frustration that has been building up for the past few days... they can vent it out now.

Type had gone and given that man a look and he tagged along for quick fuck, not knowing the torture that awaited him. Tharn's jealousy would be an added... misfortune.

Tharn merely sharpens his blade, while Type takes him time, chipping away the man's soul.

Then it is all silent except for Type's occasional giggles of happiness.

"Can I hallucinate him?" Type comes, the voodoo doll in his hand looking mangled and ripped. Tharn shrugs.

"Do whatever you want. Does he know this is for Saint?"

"No. It will not be as fun if he knows he deserves it. I want to keep him wondering." Type is jumping on his soles and Tharn shakes his head fondly.

"Do not kill him. I do not want Saint to feel an ounce of sympathy for this rotting bastard. I want to leave him to live with all this."

"Okay!" Type presses a quick kiss on Tharn's cheek before going back inside and the screams begin.

God! He loves his Type.

"You?" A soft voice hisses behind him and Tharn lazily look back to see the man crawling towards the door.

Type casually strolls behind. "All yours."

The man sobs, understanding it is not by luck Type had turned around to mix the potions. For a second, he had this idea of escaping and... and...

"You can leave." Tharn says, swishing his blades in both hands. "I do not mind."

The distrust in the man's eyes irks Tharn. As if he has some right to take a decision to protect himself.

"This is what going to happen. You can go now. But if I see you again, I will take a strip of your flesh from anywhere I want. If I do not see you... then you are a free man."

Tharn even steps aside to make his point and the man scrambles off falling into his knees but then sprints away.

Tharn pulls Type to him, kissing those pink lips. "Happy?"

"Very."

"Come on... let us enjoy this forest while we are at it. If you see a caterpillar, save me from it, yeah?"

Type laughs. "You are so silly!"

"It scares me, Type?!!! Have you ever seen one? All furry and wiggly and... There are soooo..." Tharn shivers and Type snorts.

It is by late evening they are finally reaching their inn of the day. Lazily going inside the pub and almost gets seated in a couple area when they see Thorn expecting them at the family lounge.

'Crap!'

Type quietly follows Tharn, ducking is head.

"Anything I want to know?" Thorn asks his Bub and he receives a forced shrug. He always thought having a faen would tame his little brother and it is like he has gone and took a faen just like himself.

"Type?" Thorn asks and the boy mimics a fish.

"He deserved it." Type says, pushing back when Tharn gives him a side push.

"Not your call to make." Thorn says strictly.

"So, you already know." Tharn accuses and his brother smacks his head. "If it had affected Saint, he would have pressed charges. Or informed the family!"

"You know he won't!" Tharn argues and Thorn goes to smack him again.

"I also know he won't. He thinks it's his fault." Type mumbles taking glances at Thorn who looks fed up.

"You two cannot go around assaulting civilians! We have rules and laws for that!" Thorn says but the two of the troublemakers scowl.

"Civilian." Type mumbles.

"Huh?"

"Civilian. Just one."

"Seriously now?"

Type shrugs. That rotting scum of a dirt bag is not a civilian. He is an abuser and he has gotten his close friend, scared and battered. Now he will know what it is like to raise an arm against a defenceless person.

If he can ever get his arm to lift that is. Tharn knows where to cut.

Type smirks before meeting Thorn's disapproving stare and ducks his head.

"To think you will lead him to a path of peace!" Thorn scolds and Type pouts. Hey, they just had some fun with someone who has deserved it.

Thorn opens his palm and they blink innocently but this is Big Bo and he does not fall for it.

Tharn sighs, taking a look at Type's face and hands over the charmed key of the hut door.

The door has literally locked in the man without no sense of escape and Type had put in enough hallucinogens that the man will get an 'escape' every once in while only to be at the same spot the very next moment.

Their actual plan had been to visit the man in two days but...

"The spell?" Thorn asks Type and he bites his tongue. "Type, I am not above hitting your head also. You are also my kid brother. You will get it from me, if you go above your means."

Tharn is quick to jump to defence but Type merely sighs.

"Crasaq'th" Type says guiltily. Thorn glares down at him. "He deserves it! I will do it again."

Thorn merely shakes his head, rubbing his temple.

"Dad will come to visit. Yes, he knows where you are all the time. He needs to talk to you... both of you."

Tharn defiantly crosses his arms in front of his chest. Well, his dad can go back just the way he has come!

"Eat."

Thorn says one word and Tharn starts stabbing the dishes in front of him shoving food inside his mouth. Type is staring at Tharn bewildered but he notices the glare of Thorn thrown his way and... he picks up the soup spoon obediently.

The dinner is outwardly peaceful but they can hear the silent scolding Thorn is throwing their way.

"When dad comes, I want you to be in the best behaviour Tharn." Thorn fixes Tharn's wayward hair, plucking out dried leaves stuck on them. "And I want you to give all your patience when dad is talking... like he has done a several thousand times for you. You owe him that."

"But..."

"No buts. We know how our parents behave. So, this time they have done something reckless. Be understanding."

Type tunes out the brothers' conversations and happily gobble up the dessert Thorn has bought them. It is a spicy guava fruit frozen one and Type wonders, what all Wizards can think and make of, because they have more power in this realm.

Once he gets the peace for his community, he will also make sure they get to invent all the cute things there are.

May be that rolling candies and the ones that pop inside the mouth... or the one that makes bubbles in your stomach making you burp so loud!

"You have done something to piss my father off." Thorn says standing next to Type and the surprised look on Type's face is heartbreaking. "It takes a warm wind to piss my father off, so do not sweat it. If he asks questions, answer truthfully. He won't talk to me either. So..."

"I did not do anything! At least not something I remember doing. I barely left the room!"

Thorn nods. "Yeah, mothers told me. Apparently, you are as confused as a newborn puppy. But... you know how Tharn is... Dad is his actual version. Moms have watered down Tharn a bit."

Type had to smile at that and Thorn laughs as well.

"They are far too emotional for their own good." Thorn snickers.

Type snorts and soon joins in the laughter. "Does your father know you smear dirt on his face?"

"Why do you think he does not talk to me? It will pass."

They have a good laugh and just as they bid goodbye Type gets another round of scolding for torturing a civilian.

Yet, he is not prepared to receive the big man in their inn.

The visit, though planned and intimated, is truly surprising.

Emperor Mew fills the room just with his presence and boy, is it intimidating. Despite the commoner's clothes the man seems to be owning the place.

And Type feels tiny. He is eternally grateful when Tharn stands in front of him before the calculating gaze falls on him.

But the man is busy scanning every inch of the room and Type inadvertently follows the sight.

There is a grunt of approval before the eyes settle on Tharn and Type who are huddled close.

"You do not look too sick." The voice booms and Type almost jumps.

"Been better Sir." Type keeps his voice steady and he can hear Tharn grinding his teeth.

"I invite you to Zeezmya festival." The Emperor takes a scroll from his tunic and extends towards Tharn who would not accept it. So, Type is forced to lean across Tharn and take the said scroll with a respectful bow.

They have their political differences and Type is not above giving a hard time to the Wizard's Supreme Commander in a war zone or a combat ring but here...

But here...

He is his beloved's father and...

As Thorn said he wants to be in best behaviour.

"Both of you, come home and spend the time with your siblings and mothers. The Empress, His Highness has insisted."

Type opens the scroll and there it is... his name in bold font.

"for the zeezmya festivals and family time together."

The scroll is actually signed by Empress Gulf and "whatever my wifely said" at the bottom with the Emperor's sign as well.

"Hm." The patriarch grunts again before turning his back to leave.

And Tharn looks like he is contemplating stabbing his dad on the back or pushing him down... Type is not so sure.

"Stop it! He is your father. Respect!" Type hisses whispering, gently pushing Tharn, to follow the Emperor, to respectfully see him off.

"Add some joyang lemon leaves." The Emperor turns around and points towards the boiling pot on their kitchenet. "Your tonsils and vesp gills are swollen hence the midnight coughs."

And the man summons the portal and leaves like a wind.

"Your whole family is something, Tharn!!! If we marry, we are not living with them! Only Thanya and Mattie can visit! Noone else!" Type throws his flaming face onto his palms and whines.

Tharn sighs.

"We are not going to the Zeezmya festival. That is a family event and if they are not considering you as my family we are not going." Tharn says. "Lets visit some people. They will be happy to have us over."

"But..." Type shows the scroll and what the Empress has written. "invites Thara Kirigun and his family Type Thiwat."

"I pissed off your dad doing something stupid. Maybe this will clear it. I do not like when... I do not know what I did..."

Type knows his actions are not white. It is a dark grey on a good day and black normally. However his actions have consequences and he has wholeheartedly accepted them – both good and bad.

Yet, he cannot accept it when he is clueless. He wants to know what he has done.

Then he will bow and drink poison if needed.

"It is not their right to punish you. They have a problem with you, they come to me! You are mine and they do not get a pass at you like they are yours."

"What if the thing I did, is to you. They are your parents. They worry and they... cannot accept it. Like you got yourself hit by a rogue necromancer because I did something stupid and hurt you. That could be it."

"Still not in their rights. It was my choice. You are mine and what you do to me, is my part of problem, not theirs!"

Type laughs, how stubborn and adamant Tharn sounds. Always passionate... always emotional.

"What were we doing today then? It was Saint. He is my... nobody. A friend if we could stretch it. And he is my friend because he is your favourite cousin... and is he your cousin? Not by blood. Yet... we did what we did to that man who we know has hurt him."

Tharn opens his mouth to counter.

"What would we do if we ever had a baby and someone hurt him in the name of love?"

Tharn is left speechless.

"Him? It could be a her..."

"Then the world burns." Type says.

Yes it would.

"You are their baby, Tharn. And I understand them."